Disclaimer:  For entertainment purposes only, for adults only.  Any resemblance to real persons or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright 2008 Alex Streuth Streuthanasia@gmail.com All Rights Reserved.  No part of this story may be reproduced in part or in whole without written consent of the author.

Content Warning:  May contain explicit depictions of sex between characters as well as acts of violence and/or gross or unpleasant situations.
 
 


Cuddles

By Alex Streuth



Author's Note:  This story is written from accounts provided to me by Cuddles' owner (and from his nephew, who was eager to talk about his relationship with Cuddles) which I have adapted for dramatic purpose.  Cuddles is not the girl's real name, but it is the name her owner uses for--he says she had a real cuddly cunt when he first took her in but not much to speak of in the brain department.  Furthermore, the sequence of their introduction [where he roughs her up and knocks her head around] is a romanticization of the way she actually became 'cuddly' [which was through extensive drug abuse on her part.]  Lastly, the two met (he assures me) in a fully non illegal way and that their current relationship (which is along the lines of what you see here) is totally consensual and is a natural expression of their love (her means of expression being limited by her cuddlyness.)  For the purposes of further protecting the innocent the names of the men in this story have been changed or omitted.
 
 

Cuddles was a dumb twat.  She thought she could have an easy life by flirting with men and finding one who would fawn over her.

She was always a tease at parties, drawing attention to her cleavage and her legs, batting her lashes at any guy who took a passing fancy.  She'd go home with whoever had the most expensive car, and she'd ply him for gifts and favors until he saw what a tease she was and kicked her out.

She ended up hitching a ride home in tattered evening clothes, having to sit next to whatever sleezy bumpkin happened to pick her up.  She'd let him feel her up a bit in exchange for taking her back to town where she'd flop down in her flat with her best friend in the whole world Trish.

“Trish,” she'd say, “I want a man.  Someone hot and spicy, and expensive...”

“You sound like you're hungry, doll...”  Trish would say, eyeing her roommate up.  Cuddles was slipping a finger down between her legs.

“Oh I am, I need a man.”

--

It was Trish's idea to do the surgery.  Cuddles thought it might be okay, bigger boobs and a bigger butt was what got you further in the world.  It wasn't that she was flat, in fact she was well-endowed already in both areas...  She just figured it couldn't hurt and... she wouldn't have to do as much work.

“I can always get them taken out after we're married,” she tittered.

She went from a D cup up to a GG, perfectly formed, round, perky, jutting from her chest, with nary a scar mark.  The doctor did great work, she gave him a blowjob afterwards and he insisted she get her lips done too (he was a randy old bugger.)

So off the table she came with her already fabulously exulted chest, with a large wobbling bubble butt to match and a pair of plumped up, bee-stung looking ready to suck-your-cock lips.

“You look great,” Trish said.

“I feel great,” Cuddles said.

Everything was going great until she was heading to the party that night.  It was late, she was balancing on high heels, and her new assets were throwing off her balance.

She slipped and fell top first into a passing car; she was thrown sideways off the road and suffered a concussion.

No one was around, she had been stealing up to the party uninvited.  The guest got out of the car and took a look at the damage.  He was happy to find that the girl was quite attractive and alone, and very lasciviously dressed.

Picking her up carefully he stuffed her into the back seat and hurried her home, ignoring medical attention.  He had a date with him in the passenger seat but she was both stoned, sedated, and already on her 4th vodka and passed out.  He carefully deposited her on her stoop and then headed home.

He awkwardly brushed off his doorman's attempt at assistance and rushed his prize inside, saying that she wasn't feeling well and he needed to get her to bed.  After he had her up the elevator he saw her starting to respond, to try to speak, woozily opening her eyes.

“Shhhh,” he said, “you've been in a car accident and I need to get you to bed.”  She fluttered her eyes momentarily, taking in his face.  He wasn't that unattractive, she decided that she could do worse...  She noticed the opulent setting and the four poster bed and nodded, in approval, and then nodded off, as he slipped her in-between the sheets.

He pulled her top down so he could get a good look at her tits, and then slid her dress to the side.

“Nice gams,” he said, tilting her slightly to the side, “and nice ass.”

He thought he heard her mumble a thanks but she was falling deeper into an unhealthy sleep.

He checked her bag, rifling through it for anything of importance.  He found her ID and ran her name through a quick background check.  She had a short rap sheet, possession, lewd conduct, solicitation...  Nothing violent.  He checked further and found she had parents but that they were out of the picture, and not a lot of other family, or at least none that weren't poor.

He carefully cut up her ID and then shoved the other personal identifying affects she had with her into a waste bin and lit it on fire.  He coughed as it smoked and then put it out, casting a careful eye over at her sleeping form.  He checked his watch.

Moving over to her he opened her eyelids and checked for dilation, sure enough she was suffering a concussion, as he suspected.  He put a plastic bag over her head for good measure and let her slowly run out of air.  He timed her on his watch, waiting until she started to involuntarily gasp slightly and then waiting two minutes before giving her air, then two minutes twenty, then two minutes fourty...

He did this all through the night and then let her sleep on through the morning.  He was tired himself so he wrapped a cloth around her face (leaving her room to breathe) and padded her mouth and eyes further.  Then he tied her ankles and wrists to the bedposts and dozed off in the chair beside the bed.

He awoke several times in anticipation of escape attempts but none occurred.  He didn't want to have to bind her further but he was very very tired...  and very horny.  Once, around four in the morning he couldn't resist and he stroked the unconscious woman's hair and jerked off onto her massive tits.  He went back to sleep.

--

Cuddles awoke to an ache in her head and a soreness all over.  She remembered being struck by the car and she assumed she was in the hospital.  Her head felt funny and her mouth felt gauzy.

She hear someone stir nearby and she tried to sit up.

A man unwrapped something from her head and her mouth came unstuck, then he unwrapped something from her arms and then moved down to her legs.

She blinked and smiled, he was that same guy from the previous night, the one who wasn't too shabby...

“Hii,” she purred.  She frowned and tried again, “Hiiiii.”  Again it came out slurred.

“Its okay, don't speak, just rest,” he said.  “You've been in an accident and you've been out of it for some time, you may have suffered some brain damage.”

“I... feel...  fine,” she said, having a hard time getting the words to form in her head.

“Shhhh,” he said, standing over her, “its okay, you're safe now and you can just relax.”

She thought about it, and then decided she had to pee.  She realized she was practically naked and she felt exposed.  She looked up at him with shock on her face and then started to hoist herself up.

He held her down, wagging his finger at her.  She started to struggle and then he violently punched her full force in the face.  She saw stars momentarily and then blacked out.  She woke up a few seconds later but he was already choking her.

She reached up, fumbling feebly with her hands, then trying to scratch him with her acrylics.  She thought she was doing a good job until he rammed his knee into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her.  She crumpled like a rag doll—already lying down, she passed out.

He held her there, choking her further, until she turned blue, and then let her have air.  Moving into the study he found some boards and a saw and started working.  He found wood glue and set it aside.

--

When Cuddles awoke she couldn't see anything.  She saw some light filtering in, barely, and she could make out that she was in a box.  Someone was mauling her tits, playing with them, batting them.

“Hey,” she croaked, but it came out damaged, and she felt tired.  She could tell that it was actually her head that was in the box, and she felt light-headed.

She saw a piece of tape covering one of the holes that her light was filtering in through, and then a cloth covered that and then more tape.

After a few minutes her head had become a large bundle of cloth and tape around a wooden box.  She could breathe, but the tube leading in by her neck was small and the amount of new oxygen she got was low.  She was in darkness now.

She felt very tired, and decided to go to sleep again.

Waking up she felt sore between her legs.  He had used her.  She felt outraged, and violated, but thought that it was okay because that meant that he liked her and that he wouldn't hurt her again.

She flinched when she heard his footsteps vibrating on the floor.  She was afraid he might hit her again.

She tried to stand but he pushed her back down, held her, one hand on her chest.

She felt something being tied around her arms, a kind of rope, but very heavy.  It went around her arms and wrists, not binding them to anything, but making them very heavy.  When he was done it was too much effort to lift her arms.  He went down to her legs and started to treat them the same.

She kicked, and screamed.  He held her legs and turned, donkey-punching her in the cunt.  She tensed and then stopped, reacting to the pain in her already sore vulva.

“Bastard,” she slurred, inside her box.  It came out muted on his end.  He finished encumbering her and then viewed his prize.

A pair of tits and a nice plump ass.  “I'll just starve her for several days until she starts to lose her body fat...” he said out loud, imagining how nice she'd look when the only parts of her that stood out were those that were implanted.

She'd be a twig with big propped up tits and a pronounced implanted butt.  He grabbed her head and started to slam it down against the bed, making her skull bounce against the wood housing.  He smashed until he felt something crack, hoping it was the wood, but not caring too much one way or the other.

--

Cuddles found it hard to stay awake, she was tired, but she was getting water through a small tube.  She sucked on it when she was awake, and drooled while she slept.  Little spit bubbles formed on her lips.  He had opened the box up, taking the contraption off of her head while she slept, so that she was free of it.

She had not responded well to the stimuli, her already traumatized brain shutting down.  He had been fairly liberal with the  head trauma, and not the least bit interested in helping her medically, so she had healed on her own, poorly.

She wasn't a vegetable, but she mostly just lay there and fluttered her eyes every so often.  He was happy so long as she didn't speak.  He was also happy that she had sucked cock so often in life...  Putting his up to her lips produced an automated infant response, suckling.

Her body had withered under the reduced intake of calories, until she was a wee waif of a thing, all skin and bones and big bubbly tits and ass.  He smiled down on her, applying her make-up, freshening her up.  He added more light blue around her eyes, so that she had big heavy eye shadow, and he put lots of bubblegum pink lip color and gloss on her lips, powdering her cheeks and putting a heavy foundation on her face so that she looked like a tanned doll.

“Ngghhhh,” he said, moving his dick in and out of her face, watching his shaft enter her, seeing the way he could angle it to poke at her cheek.

She suckled amiably, drooling a bit around him, stopping every so often to swallow or just lie still.  Her eyes fluttered up at him and then stopped.  She suckled some more.

He slapped her tits, feeling how hard and fake they were, obviously turned on by it.

“You're a fucking whore, a cunt bitch,” he said, slapping her face as he said it.  “Nghhh,” and he continued to fuck her face, admiring the way it looked.

He went to the kitchen, still hard, and poured himself a drink, carrying it back into the bedroom.

He looked around the place, deciding he needed a more long-term solution.

--

Cuddles was moved into a space that wasn't often used, put into a storage area.  She was kept on an IV and a water tube.  Her owner would have girls over as dates or as lays but he'd visit her when he could and didn't mind that she wasn't very good conversation.

“Cuddles,” he'd say, rubbing her tits and petting her cunt, “you're a good girl, I love your body.”

She'd smile, when she understood what he said.  She liked the attention.

She had everything she needed, and he fucked her, which was good.  In her brain damaged state she'd become delusional at times and imagine that it wouldn't be much longer before he married her and then everything could become perfect, she'd get the implants taken out and he'd be her husband and she'd be rich.

But that never happened, he just used her, sometimes rarely, sometimes all day, whenever he wanted a fuck toy.

He plumped her lips up with more collagen, let her get even more skinny, and made sure that her other implants showed hard and tight through her skin.  He'd spend all night humping her face sometimes...  and then pound her pussy until she moaned in her slurred way.

--

One day a little boy, a nephew of the man, was playing hide and seek and stumbled upon Cuddles's hiding spot.  He was just hitting puberty and had just started thinking of girls as things with weird bits on them.  He had become fascinated with the bits that girls had, and, seeing Cuddles, he was flabbergasted.

“Is this what a woman looks like?”  He asked himself, and then decided it must be so.  The thing had gotten very very skinny, you could see the rib cage, and the bones in the hips and pelvis.  But it had bright big pink lips and large perfectly round and huge tits poking off of it waif body.

Its waist was cinched in to almost nothing and its hips split wide around to hug in a big booty lusciously firm around its implants.

Cuddles awoke, her eyes fluttering open, and she seemed doe-like and fragile to the young boy, an alien creature that needed him to take care of it.

“Its okay girl, I won't hurt you,” he said, and he reached out to pet its tits.  “Cool,” he said, under his breath.

“What's your name?”  He asked, by reflex.  Whenever he met a girl that's what he was told to ask them.  'Don't stare at them,' his mother had said, 'be polite and ask their name and what their interests are.'  She didn't answer right away, in fact her lips seemed to just move in a suckling, probing motion like a fish under water.

He didn't understand but he stopped halfway through his next question to reach out and touch her weird thing between her legs.  “What's this thing?”  He asked her, instead.  He wasn't really interested in what her interests were anyway.

It smelled kinda weird so he didn't want to touch it too much but it was strange, like a little hole in her body where her thingie should be.  He had heard about it but had never seen it before.  He went back to petting her tits, and then playing with them.

They were a lot of fun.

“Billy,” he heard someone call, and then louder.  He heard footsteps and froze, suddenly afraid of being caught.  He held his breath.  A few moments later he heard the same person call again, from farther away.  He heard footsteps on the stairs and then silence.  He was alone again.

He looked around the little room at the stuff that was there.  There was a machine that was monitoring her vitals, and her ankle was bound to the table as a precaution, but she hadn't tried to get up or speak since Billy had stumbled across her.

“What's your name?”  He asked again, forgetting that he had already made introductions.  He blushed, remembering that she wasn't really a person, that she must be some kind of animal or some weird creature.  She certainly wasn't human, she must be a doll of some kind, some sort of toy.

If she were a person she wouldn't be down here in storage, she'd be in a real room, and she'd be able to talk, and she wouldn't look so funny.  Still, she did seem sort of like a woman...

“Oh,” he said, this must be one of those toys you can order in the back of magazines.  He'd seen pictures of women in those magazines, but they were old and not very good.  It was hard to make out the important parts, whereas he could see them here in full color.

“I wonder what this does,” he said, and tugged on the piercing in her belly button.  Her lips and mouth were still pursed and moving open and closed reflexively, her eyes occasionally looking at Billy, but most of the time just fluttering or closed.  Her breathing was very shallow, and easy to take no notice of.

Billy marveled at the craftsmanship of the doll and ran his hand over its bits and bobs, especially the big protruding bits that seemed silly but very fun in an odd way.  They were hard and plastic, obviously, but they moved a bit when he touched them, and he enjoyed moving them a bit and running his fingers over their smaller protuberances.

After one particularly courageous attempt at play the thing's boobs bounced considerably, eliciting a giddie round of clapping from Billy, who thought it ever so clever and funny.  He smacked them again to get them moving, and was again rewarded with a healthy movement from the plastic toys.

“This is fun,” he said...  He was taught never to play with dolls when he was growing up, but he thought it was great fun to play with this one here.  In fact he wondered if there were any other toys to play with in here.  He looked up and on one of the shelves he could see some, a baseball glove cupping a ball, a board game covered with dust, some toy soldiers...

He stood up to reach them, needing to climb on the doll to get higher.  He put one foot on her doll legs and then took a step up onto her stomach, pushing her down, and then climbed a bit higher, steadying himself on the bouncy pads of her chest.  He wobbled a bit, and had to move to easier footing on her shoulder, and then put the other shoe down without looking, focusing on the toys on the shelf, reaching for them:  He put his left foot down on the doll's face, smushing her cheek and eyebrow.  He leaned up on tippy-toe, further disheveling the doll, before slipping slightly and catching traction with the sole of his sneaker on her left breast and then stomach before coming back down.

He couldn't quite reach it, he needed to get higher.  He stood next to the doll and started propping it up better.  He accidentally pulled its IV out as he was trying to scrunch it up for better support, triggering a quiet alarm.

It was a few minutes later when his Uncle poked his head in and found him.  He had gotten the toy soldiers down and was 'exploring a cave' with them.  He had given up on the exploration halfway through (getting bored with the doll's lower bits) and instead took to throwing the ball up and catching it in the glove.  When he missed it invariably hit her in the head or boob.  One throw had pushed one of the soldiers rudely into the crevice it had been trying to explore earlier.

“Billy,” his Uncle said admonishingly, ignoring the fact that Billy was treating Cuddles as a beanbag, “those are outdoor toys, you can't play ball in the house, you'll break something.”

“Oh I'm sorry Uncle,” Billy said, scooping the ball up and moving to exit the closet.  “Did I hurt your dolly?”  The older man gave Cuddles a cursory glance and then shook his head.

“Nah, it'll be fine, it didn't cost a lot anyway, I want you to have fun.  Tell you what, why don't you meet me out back and I'll play some catch with you.”

“Ah golly that'd be swell,” Billy beamed.  He rushed down the stairs and out the back swing door.

Cuddles was propped back up, still drooling and fumbling with her lips as her Master's hand approached.  He stuck a finger in for a moment and let her suckle for a bit before disengaging.  He dusted her off, taking the army men out of her cunt and smoothing her wrinkles.  Then he slapped her, hard, in the face, and then again.

“Cunt,” he said, and then punched her in the right eye, making sure it would leave a mark.

She just smiled dumbly up at him and he glanced back behind him and then let his trousers drop.  He stroked his cock quickly and slapped it against her forehead, making sure to get it nice and hard before wedging it between her dumb lips.

“Fuckhole, cock toy, ditzy cunt, drooling dumb tits,” he seethed, backhanding her as he shoved his man meat down her throat.  She coughed, involuntarily, and then a big glob of drool glooped out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin.  He scowled and smacked her as he pulled out.

“Stupid goldie lock no-brain dumb cunt snot faced drunk bitch,” he cursed, wiping his wet cock off on her dry right cheek.  He took a deep breath and let his passion go, focusing on not focusing until he was soft again.  He was still semi-hard but he tried his best to clear his mind and think about other things for a few moments until the change had occurred.

He pointed his cock at her dumbly leering lewdly opened O of a mouth and then pushed the snot bubble forming on it back in as his meatus permeated her lips and then, careful not to stimulate himself, he tensed himself:

He waited a few baited moments, trying very hard not to get hard, and then squirted a bleet of urine into her dumb skull.  He sighed and breathed and thought about how cool it would be to fill her up with his pee, about the water he had drank, about how he had to hurry outside to play catch...

Another blast came out and then it smoothed out into a stream and he was filling her dumb head with his male effluvia.  It spilled out a bit as she stupidly swallowed but mostly sat there mouth agape letting him scour the inside of her face with his hot acrid stream.

She swallowed, reflexively, what she could, but an awful lot spilled out over her cleavage and ran in tiny rivulets down her tiny stomach to pool in her crossed legs.

Holding his water for a moment he bent down to use his finger and thumb to spread the pink open a bit, and then forced the labia majora open, creeping his fingers in to get the labia minora.  The small pool of yellow-clear liquid vanished into the uterine opening and then stayed inside when the fingers departed.

He made sure to hold both eyelids open and get a good blast directly on her eyeballs, as well as inside her nostrils as he held them up and open.  She blithely blithered and blathered, reflexively resisting somewhat but mostly letting him abuse her without prejudice.  She was so stupid and inanely bruised inside her head that she couldn't care less about what was happening to her, just that she sucked and swallowed whatever was given to her.

“Sit,” her owner said, and she got up off all fours and sat with her ankles held sideways to accommodate her high heels, both crossed under her inflated ass.

“Bounce,” her owner commanded, making a motion with his hand, and she sat up a bit and then settled back down again, lifting with her legs.  She repeated the motion as his hand guided up, and down, up, and down...

Her tits bounced up and down on her chest, moving up and down as her body stayed relatively still.

“Up,” he said, and she slowly, carefully, got up onto all fours and crawled over to an aiding device with wooden bars of different heights that she could climb up from.  She carefully, and very slowly, started to lift, a little higher, and then a little higher, until she was up off her knees and leaning forward, her top-heavy build making it hard to straighten.

Her miniature waist was complaining as well, preferring the all fours posture better.  Eventually, with a little help from her owner, she was upright, balancing gently in the high heels against the pull of her breasts and the wobbliness of her reduced waist.

Her owner played with her a bit, holding a treat up in the air above her and having her lean left and right after it.  He eventually let her have it after fixedly watching her tits move left and right after it for a good thirty seconds.  She acted with no guile, not once complaining or thinking of anything other than where the treat was at that exact moment.

He even fooled her twice by closing his hand around the treat and letting it drop back into the collar of his sleeve.  When he opened his hand she didn't know where it had gone, and looked in the air around his hand feebly as though expecting it to be there.  She dumbly and obediently licked that same hand as he held it in front of her mouth while he slid the treat back into his coat and fetched it into his other hand.

It would magically appear again and immediately capture her attention.  “Here, here girl,” he said, letting her have it finally.  She tugged on it a bit and then he pushed it in.  She gummed it and smiled, happy.

He slapped her on the tits, watching them wobble a bit, and then added more force in his second hit, off balancing her and then pressing lightly on her waist, causing her to tip...  and then fall unceremoniously.

She collapsed on the floor, her miniskirt kicking up to reveal her bare ass and then covering it slightly again.  Her knees had taken some of the impact, and a moment later she sprawled to let her weight rest on her chest, and then rotating on her boobs she turned onto her side and rubbed her knees which she brought up beneath her tits in a sort of half fetal position.

She would have brought them up all the way but her gigantic tatas precluded it.  He put his left foot on her face, smooshing it slightly, and then, holding her firmly under him lifted his other foot so that all of his weight was resting on it.

Her face deformed slightly under his foot, and then he kicked with his free one, mooshing her boob and causing her to jerk back under the force.  He kicked again, so that she slipped backwards slightly on the smooth floor.

Her dress slid under her ass as he spun her, so that it covered less as it was pulled under from her sliding on the floor.  He kicked again and was rewarded when her pink pussy came into view, its deeper pink opening up in invitation as her legs opened momentarily.

Then they came back together and clutched at her boobs in defense.  He kicked again, this time right across her stomach, knocking the wind out of her and causing her to gasp.  He dismounted from her head and leaned down, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her back across the floor, causing her to scream out in mute dumbness.

“Aughuhhhghh,” she said, dumbly.  He yanked, pulling her a bit further as she sprawled awkwardly under him.  He sat down on top of her tits, stabilizing her under him, feeling the sensation of their giant yeilding firmness...  They sqooshed a bit under him, but held tight in their solid gel state, and then wobbled and yeileding slightly and he balanced again, using his feet to sit upright on her.

She cried a bit, the pain from her hair eliciting a rare real response from her.  She was usually so docile and passive but now she cried like a child which has been scolded and smacked.  The pain in her roots throbbed a bit and then she calmed down and suckled as he put his thumb into her mouth.

She latched on and was pacified by it.  He reached down and yanked her miniskirt to the side, revealing her treasures.  He splayed her legs and stood suddenly, spinning around and then kicking her, hard, in the cunt.  She clapped her legs together and gasped up at him, again in pain, and shock.

Her face showed a rare sign of betrayal, no doubt encouraged by her earlier outpouring from the pain she had felt in her hair.  He smiled down at her and then forced her legs apart, using his full force to defeat her resistance.  She shook her head, begging him not to, but he lined up the kick and punted.

“Field goal,” he said, making the sign with his hands.  He left her there to recover as he closed and locked the closet and then hurried outside to the sound of his nephew's impatience.  She sat in the darkened closet as the urine cooled and then permeated her, giving her a smell over time and causing her to cramp uncomfortably until she digested the water she had been fed and was able to push that given to her down below back out.  She dozed off afterwards, the smell settling in further.

--

“Come on Uncle, let's play already.”

“I'm coming I'm coming sorry about that just needed to put the toys away.”

“You were playing with that doll weren't you?”

“So what if I was?”

“Ewww, dolls are for girls.”

“Oh yeah?  They can be for boys too you know?”

“No way, if I saw a doll I'd pop its head off and pull off its arms.”

“But what about its boobies?  Would you play with those?”

The boy blushed, “Y-eahh,” he admitted, slowly, tossing the ball.

“So what about a doll with no head or arms but big, giant boobies?”

He tossed the ball back.  His nephew caught it and considered.

“Yeah I guess that would be alright, none of that icky stuck down there though, okay?”

“Oh,” his Uncle said, shrugging and catching the ball easily, “its just a doll, I'm sure they could make one without that, just make it smooth.”

The boy nodded, winding up for a hard underarm pitch.  “But make them big okay?”  He asked, making the universal symbol for tits with his hands when they were empty.

“Of course,” his Uncle said, smiling, “what do you think I am?  Cheap?”

The boy smiled, before long he was agreeing to his Uncle's proposed gift for his upcoming birthday.  It would be expensive, he knew, because the bigger it was 'up there' the more it would cost.  It made perfect sense to the boy.  A big car cost more, a big house cost more...

They packed it in, it was getting dark, and the Uncle told the boy he could make some design sketches for how he wanted his doll to look, and he was eager to put pencil to paper.

“You make them big, right?”  The boy was saying, making swooping motions with his arms, he was thinking really big, “Like really big, like really really big, really really really big, big big,” he was emphasizing.

His Uncle smiled and nodded.  “I'll tell you what, you can be there when we make it and you can tell us when its big enough, I'll even let you be in charge of operating the pump, okay?”

The boy smiled, it sounded like fun.  “How big can they get?  Do they pop?  What are they made out of?”   

His Uncle waved his off, “In due time,” he said, “you'll see, you'll get to know all about how they're made.  “And don't worry, we can make them as big as you want, we'll just bring a bigger mold, you know, if the doll is too small we make it big and give it time to adjust, then we make it bigger and it gets used to that.  We'll bring in a pretty big one to start that's pre-fabricated, but if its not up to your standards don't worry, if you pop it, we can always start over with another.”

The boy was excited, although he'd have to keep his new doll in the closet, the same way his Uncle did, he knew, since, after all, only girls played with dolls.  But it would have to be a big closet...

--

She was awoken by the sound of pumps and a tightening sensation in her chest.  She had been cleaned and dried and then prepped for invasive surgery.  Her implants were getting upgraded.  Where before she had simply had larger implants now she would have massive ones.  They were being overfilled to the point where the skin stretched as far as it would go, removing all tonality in her pectorals, reducing her chest to the obscene spectacle of two giant beach balls.

They bounced against one another and were airtight.  It was work to get a finger in between them.  Cuddles took this stoicly, smiling blithely and thinking almost exclusively about getting fucked or sucking cock.  Not once did a single original thought cross her mind, she was a big pair of tits and a tight body and not much more.

There was a whirring noise and then an impatient young male voice, on the verge of cracking, exclaimed “Bigger!” in frustration.  There was the sound of pumps and then a tightening sensation in her chest.
 

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26 May 2008 Alex Streuth